"Wow," I said softly."Wow," she said back to me."Break it up!" laughed Beth, and I realized my hands had been sliding all over Frankie's back, quite p...ssibly onto her rump as well."I'm still not touching your thing," whispered Frankie, but there was a glint in her eye this time."Yes you are," I said. And I kissed her again, just a long, friendly peck, during which I nipped at her lips.Her lips kissed me back as she punched me in the stomach. It wasn't a hard punch, but I let go of her and. Then I told him to keep going. And he reached my thighs. I felt so so good. I was feeling so sexy for him that I wanted to tear my clothes off for him. Then I told him to go upwards and then just before he reached my panties he stopped and he looked at me and he smiled and told him to go for it. Then he kept his hand on my panties.That moment onwards, I felt so sexy and good for my boy. Ahhh ahhh. I got so excited. And then I just hugged him tightly on the floor and we were rolling over. Then I. “Christ – what’s happened to you, man? Look, tell me about it over lunch. You’ve clearly got one fucking great night ahead, so get on with it. And give her one from me too, you lucky bastard.”“Oh I will, mate. Trust me on that.”He ended the call and considered briefly that he might have invited Paul to the developing party. But no – this wasn’t a night for sharing, or he might have put both girls on the phone. It was one for sheer greedy indulgence. “Keep going, keep working that cock,” he told. Futas have to attend the same schools as the hyper-intelligent femboys, and are subject to the same grading standards. Most Futas will either barely pass with C's and D's, or have to drop out and work as laborers on Femboy-owned farms or in Femboy-owned factories. Some futas with still-decent intelligence may make it as secretaries, who often have to beg their femboy coworkers to get release during work hours. The only other option is for a futa to marry a femboy and become his homemaker wife,.